1 comments/ 308906 views/ 3 favorites My Whispers to (an Orchid ) By: jthserra I first heard her footsteps in the crushed granite walkway of the greenhouse as she strolled among the orchids. I continued working, listening to her crunch her way from flower to flower, pausing at each plant. It was a few minutes before I caught my first glimpse of her, as I peeked between the blossoms. From the distance I first noticed her hair, so beautifully contrasting with the gentle orange petals that seemed to frame her. The deep auburn seemed to darken to brown as she passed into shadow, but as the sunlight opened on her, the rich redness shined. I remained hidden, silently working with the plants, afraid I might startle her with my appearance. From my dark corner I could see her and as she got closer to me, her blouse open to just above her breasts was a light violet, the fabric was almost sheer barely hiding the nipples that cast tiny shadows outlining their form. The best I could tell, she wore no bra, the nipples were far too noticeable to be restrained in any way. She leaned to each flower, almost touching it, hovering just centimeters from the colorful surfaces like a butterfly just tasting the elusive nectar. I could see her breathe in the fragrance, close her eyes and seem to drift away. Seemingly lost in the aroma, she closed her eyes and swayed slightly as her hands move up her sides, around the soft curve of her breasts to her nipples. Her palms gently circled as the small buds grew. She then dropped her hands back to her sides and moved to the next flower, where she again moved her hands to her nipples. After moving through a number of flowers, caressing her aroused nipples at each one, she finally paused at a particularly beautiful orchid and breathing its fragrance, she again moved her hands to her nipples, but instead of just moving her palms over their impressions in the fabric of her blouse, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and ran her hands directly over her breasts. I carefully moved to get a better view, stepping on the concrete curbing that lined the gravel walks to avoid being heard. Much closer to her, I could see her dainty fingers now circle the faint pink aureole of each breast, occasionally moving to and pinching each nipple. She only caressed her breasts and nipples for a short time here, instead she moved her hands down to her thighs, drawing her fingernails along the white skin on her inner thighs. She hiked up her skirt and I noticed she didn't wear any panties. The beautiful auburn of her hair was even more enhanced by the sight of her tantalizing pussy lips beneath. Unable to contain myself, I moved onto the pathway near her and though she initially gasped at the sight of me and let her skirt fall back covering her exquisite pussy. She nervously asked, "What are you…" "I work here, I take care of the orchids and hibiscus," I answered, waving my hand over the plants surrounding us. "They are all so beautiful." "Not as beautiful as your blossom," I said, noticing her staring the hump on my shoulder. Feeling the intensity of her gaze I bowed my head and moved away a bit. "My brother had one," she quickly said as I backed away. "One what?" "A hump, like yours. I forget what the doctors called it, but I remember how it affected him." Feeling a bit more confident, I moved a bit closer to her. When she didn't back away, I moved even closer, reaching my hand out and resting it on her hip. She just smiled and reached her hand back to her skirt, raising it up for me. I moved my other hand to her and lifted her light body, sitting her up on the greenhouse table. She pulled her skirt up further and opened her legs to me. In hot breath on moist petals as touch, so delicate, arouses a blush blossoming fragrance and a bloom of color as lips brush lips in breathless words, silent verse: the probing question, arching "Yes." I kneeled in front of her, oblivious to the gravel stabbing into my knees and moved my face to her graceful petals, dipping my tongue into her, tasting her tart nectar. Her fingers ran through my hair as I moved my tongue in and out of her glistening cunt. Her hands coaxed my head upward, so I left the delicious hole and moved my tongue up her delightful slit. Plucking her clit from between the lips I lightly pinched it between my tongue and upper lip as she began to writhe against me. Swaying rhythm as flowers in rain the droplets in a quivering wet pressing need, deep, deep taste a moan, release and throbbing light flowing in warm, sweet nectar pulsing whispers from trembling lips. Moaning, she reached and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wide as wide open as she could, giving herself completely to my tongue. I slipped my thumb into her wet cunt as I continued pressing her clit against my upper lip as I moved my tongue back and forth. Feeling her tremble as she tried to move her pussy even closer to me, I felt her climax as it blossomed inside her, squeezing and releasing my thumb in her tiny contractions. I moved my mouth away from her sensitive bud and watched her face bloom in ecstasy. Simply watching her react was enough for me, but in a few moments she reached down and pulled me up to her. I stood up and she leaned forward and kissed me passionately. Reaching down and grasping my hard cock she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "I loved tasting myself on your lips." In the distance a door opened as someone entered the greenhouse. I backed away from her and eased her back down off of the table. "Someone came in from the hibiscus garden." "Is there somewhere we can go where they won't see us?" "Over there I have a small workshop, there's some mirrored glass where we can see out, but no one can see in." "Perfect," she said, moving her hand to my cock again. "I think need some of your nectar now." Continued in My Whispers to (an Orchid Replies) My Whispers to (an Orchid Replies) "Perfect," she said, moving her hand to my cock again. "I think need some of your nectar now." I led her to the workshop, opening the door and letting her enter before me. There was mirrored double glass along one side and the back of the workshop, allowing me to look out onto the orchids in the greenhouse and the hibiscus outside the greenhouse. The table under the window looking out at the hibiscus was clear, so she moved to the back of the workshop, pulling my hand as she moved. "Orchids for me and hibiscus for you," she said, nodding her head at the window. Not really understanding what she was talking about I moved behind her until she turned me and leaned me against the table. Kneeling in front of me, she unfastened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants gently working my cock out from my jockeys. Looking up at my face, she began stroking my cock with both hands, letting the head brush against her breasts. the perfect arch, your voice flows over me, your fragrance draws me into you, until a mild curve becomes you in a rhythmic moan While still staring into to my eyes, she moved her head down and touched her tongue to the tip of my cock, tasting the precum that had welled there. Turning her head a bit, she moved her mouth over my cock and began to move her head up and down on me, sucking as she moved. I leaned back, pushing my hips forward, giving my cock to her mouth completely. Holding the head in her mouth, she began stroking my shaft with one hand while her other cupped my balls. Closing my eyes I surrendered to the sensation of her mouth and hands on me, feeling the pressure building and building. Feeling the wave come over me, I tried to shove my cock deep into her mouth, wanting to spill my load down her throat, but she suddenly reached up and grabbed my balls, pulling them downward. She grasped them firmly, but only firm enough to interrupt my climax, not really enough to hurt… to much. I looked at her face, wondering what was happening. She smiled and said, "I wanted it to last a bit longer, I have somewhere else I want you to spill your nectar." She began unbuttoning her blouse again, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. Swinging her shoulders from side to side, her breasts and nipples brushed against my cock. "Do you have any Vaseline?" "I keep some in the cabinet, for chapped lips," I said, opening the cabinet door and pulling out the small jar. "Well, this won't be for chapped lips," she replied, spreading the slippery spread over the length of my hard cock. glissade, glissade as hardness slides press, press between soft mounds pressing in arabesque your arching back as you lean to me Once she had greased up my cock, she arched her back as she reached her hands to her breasts, pushing them together. Seeing what she wanted, I slid my hard cock between the soft, fleshy mounds and began moving my hips, grinding my cock up and down between her incredible breasts. Watching my cock appear and disappear in the cleft at her chest, she turned her head down, licking the tip of my cock as it slid up her breastbone. She began talking to me, encouraging me as I continued sliding my shaft between her glistening orbs. I listened as she pressed her breasts against me, increasing the pressure on my aching rod. "Come on, come on my tits, come on. I want your stick come all over me, I want to rub you all over me, over my nipples." Listening to her, I moved faster and faster, grinding myself against her, feeling the pressure build inside me again. She continued talking, whispering in a guttural, almost feral growl. "Yeah, come on, shoot it all over me. I want your hot cum all over my breasts, come on and give it to me." I arched my back and pushed my hips forward as I came, splashing my white cum on her chest and breasts. I reached my hands around her shoulders and squeezed her against me, her breast compressing on my cock and balls in a warm, wet splash. glissade... splashing white hot light splashing I moan, moan     pique' as small pearls of white fall softly on your breast She ran a finger over her breast, wetting it with my cum and moved it to her mouth, tasting it. She then dipped her finger into the cum again and move hit to my mouth making me taste myself. Standing up, she leaned to me and kissed me long and hard, as the wet pools on her breasts ran down her stomach. Grabbing her blouse, she put it on, oblivious to the wet stains forming all over the front. Buttoning herself up she asked, "Do you work tomorrow?" "Uh, yes, I get in about seven." "Maybe I'll stop in before heading to work; will you have a few minutes for me?" "Yes," I answered, "I'll look forward to it." She moved her hands to my shoulders, one gently sliding over my hump as she pulled me close to her. "I look forward to it too," she whispered, kissing me again. Opening the door and stepping out into the greenhouse she called back, "What's your name?" "I'll B… Bud," I stammered. "Bud, hmmm, I'll be Rose then, okay?" "Sure." I watched walk slowly down the gravel path, pausing at a few of the orchids to smell the fragrance. Just before going through the greenhouse door, she turned and waved.